I am nothing but dust and ashes (Genesis 18:27; NIV).
I’m nothing, God:
I’m small, and weak,
And mortal –
Made of dust.
Without you
I can’t even pray,
But in your strength
I trust.
I beg your Spirit,
Deep within,
To help me
Face my fears,
To intercede,
To sigh for me,
And, one day,
Dry my tears.
He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever (Revelation 21:4; NLT).